#willbecaptain

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[ @willbecaptain​ said “I’m really scared so… that’s cool.” (from tilly for paul!) ||  Voicemails from Strangers Starters Part 1 ]

“It’s alright to be scared.” A pale hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing it gently, a reassuring action that he was sure was appreciated on her end. Stamets’ eyes swept across the crowded little hallway they were in, the bridge crew all squished together. “You did good, kiddo, there’s no need to be afraid.” 

A commendation, oh how Hugh would be proud of him for embracing his Starfleet commission. Paul still didn’t want to do this Starfleet thing without Hugh, he wanted to leave and he was planning to but... right now, he had to make it through the stupid promotion and awards ceremony and the reception and then he could be free. He didn’t need to be in this stupid uniform any longer. “Crowds are scary, so are the admirals, but this is a celebration. You should be proud of yourself.”

[iteradastra]

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“The dogs you’re going to be working with are the ones with green or blue collars with green or blue doors on their pens. The green ones are the friendly, socialized dogs that are pretty much ready for adoption whenever we find a good fit for them. Blues are dogs who need a little help with socialization or have medical issues that we need to take care of before they’re ready to adopt out. Some of the blues have special diets. We keep a chart for that on their pens. They’re on this side of the facility,” he said, waving toward the left.

They were walking along the path that led down from the main office through the dog pens. “Any dog with a red collar in a pen with a red door--those have behavioral disorders that make them too dangerous for adoption for now… some of them for good. It’s just me and Soji who work with those dogs, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

He stops and turns toward her. “Thursdays and Saturdays are adoption days. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, patients from the treatment center come out to help. Mostly with the blues, to help the dogs learn to socialize. I train the newbies, so anybody you’ll be interacting with will already know what they’re doing. It’s pretty simple. We have an app with the daily schedule, and you can check to see what needs to be done. And a lot of it’s just playing with dogs.”

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[ @willbecaptain​ || Tilly & Matt ]

Tiredly slumping against the wall, Matt rubbed his eyes. Why did his mycelial travel abilities always seem to accidentally trigger at the worst time? Needless to say, the last 2250s were not his ideal place to land, especially on the ship his fathers had served on, but here he was. Letting out a yawn, he closed his eyes for a moment. 30 years in the past, while being a long time from home and his own work, was better than further in the past he supposed. Working all day in the DASH lab to try and get home wasn’t helping, but he didn’t have a place to sleep, so he figured just falling asleep in any chair would do, he’d had worse during his time in medical school anyway. Unfortunately, no chair was to be seen so the wall was just as comfortable as anywhere else he supposed. 

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plotted starter for @willbecaptain​

Elnor didn’t like waiting. He’d spent most of his life waiting. If he could have things his way, he’d never have to wait for anything again. But the people that Picard had come to this planet to talk to wouldn’t allow a Romulan into their buildings, so he stood outside, staring directly at the guards outside the door with his mouth a line of frustration. Waiting.

He’d been standing there for what felt like hours (but was, in reality, only about thirty minutes) when he heard a scuffle a few meters away. 

“What is that?” he asked the guards, but they wouldn’t answer him. He squinted in the direction of the sound. There was a girl--Human, maybe?--with bright red hair. She looked scared, like she was in trouble. “Are you going to do anything?” he asked them. Still no answer.

He took a deep breath. There wasn’t much he could do out here anyway, and Picard would understand. He left the guards behind and hurried toward the girl, calling ahead, “Do you need help?”

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“So nice to finally put a face to someone I’ve heard so much about.” (willbecaptain) -- tilly babbling having heard about him from michael?

@willbecaptain

Sarek attempted what a Human might consider a pleasant--or at least polite--expression. Michael had sent messages to himself and Amanda which had mentioned her roommate, and the girl was instantly recognizable. He’d been pleased to know that Michael was finding a way to fit in again, after all that had happened to her. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t have personally chosen someone quite so... bubbly to draw his daughter back from the brink, but he’d never been good at knowing exactly what his children needed, no matter how hard he tried.

“You share a room with my... ward, if I am not mistaken. She has, in turn, mentioned you to my wife and myself.”

[ intriguing impression starters - accepting ]